Tag: love poem

i’m sorry that i wake you at random times in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, but thanks for not hating me, k?

delightfulharmonypoetry:

Its when I see you sound asleep
That I berate myself
You are so calm, at peace and deep 
inside another realm
I’m lonely with your heart right there
Beating by my side
Somewhere away, your soul drifts out
Without me into night
So when I wake you, tickling toes
tugging on your ear
Bugging you to look at me, please know it’s just I fear
That you will leave me one day
Not to dream but live away
With someone else in mind
And in the panic I just need 
Your eyes to fix on mine

@vagabondprophet

You are sorely mistaken

I rarely dream at all,

For what would I dream

When my days are filled with joy

With knowing your touch and voice.

Once in a blue mood

I’ll dream I’m better for you

A knight with real armour

Instead of this cardboard cavalry.

And if my soul does wander

As you fear it may,

I promise it’s towards you

Not away.

When you wake and tremble,

It’s the bit of me drifted in to you

Aching to see the bit of you drifted into me.

And the open window only blows gently

It provides no escape,

Though I may roam

It’s not far,

I never leave the sheets.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

Brushfire

Your mother said I wasn’t right

Not serious enough,

Now we laugh until we’re pink

Thinking of being with anyone else.

Resonating something deep inside me

I didn’t even know needed vibration.

I was kindling

You were a match

Together we’re a brushfire.

Burning and spreading until

Our love insisted on having

Skin of its own.

Now you’re a mother

And I’m a father

And together

We are the stewards

Of the miraculous.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

Starry Night

mildreflections:

My fingers trace the contours of your face,

There is an uncanny familiarity.

I have long stared out at the night sky,

And wondered if anything could be so pretty.

It is strange how name forges skin,

Some would say it’s destiny.

I have long spent time finding meaning,

Behind such brilliant anomalies.

It is sad beauty never sees itself,

The night doesn’t know and neither do you.

How the moon forms in your smile,

And the stars sparkle in your eyes.

How every blemish on your skin,

Is like a foamy cloud that gives the sky substance.

You are what I have always lost myself into,

But in a form I can hold.

My fingers can finally trace the light,

And know the true warmth

Of a starry night.

                               –  Mild Reflections

7 Years

Seven years ago we

Braided our lives together,

I’ve never felt taller

Than I did that day.

My shoes red

Your shoes yellow

Dancing they turned orange.

Orange like sunset

On the days of scorn from others,

Trying to bring clouds

To a sunny day.

Orange like sunrise

On the best chapter of my life.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

vagabondprophet:

Disarmed

You were armed to the teeth

With something underneath

Disarmed by my smile

That goofy grin not yet yellow,

You ran away for miles

Losing your shoes in the mire.

Years later it was your turn

I was disarmed by your beauty,

But I ran to you not away

For yours is a beauty that beckoned me

Closer and closer still

Until nothing between us but time,

Time to let our love perfect,

Sweetening and intoxicating as

Years go by.

– Vagabond Prophet

What goes up must come down,
Are we so sure?
The world has never been that balanced
Always heavy at the blade.

It’s true that for every child
Born with a silver spoon
There is a child born
With silver handcuffs,
But not all things come down.

Such as my hopes
Of growing old with you
They are way up high
And won’t be coming down soon.

Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

Capsizing

In throes of deepest admiration

My heart cracking like lines in pavement,

Overwhelmed to the point of capsizing

As I behold my beloved,

No recesses of firmament

Not present in her gaze.

My pinion pinched and unwieldy

No longer can I sojourn

To the celestial region

So you saw fit

To place in her lissome form

All the beauty of the heavens.

She in state of repose,

Words always kind and sweet

Never besmirch, belittle, or cause harm

To this brittle soul of mine.

I beseech you have mercy on me

The third son of a third son

Of a man with just one eye.

Me I’ve got both,

But it won’t be enough

For my rods and cones

To comprehend her majesty.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

Night Sky Conservatory


Do you remember the night sky conservatory?

The time we picked the lock at the gate

Snuck in after dark?

So innocent we felt like criminals.

Little did we know we were stealing

Each other’s hearts.

Do you remember the blanket I spread out

Beneath the stars that slowly revealed themselves

One constellation at a time?

Learning that darkness and light

Can really coexist quite beautifully,

Each gaining significance from the other.

Do you remember the bats

Scattering their silhouettes

Across our unhindered gaze?

Do you remember the creature

Moving not far away?

Do you wonder as I do,

If it was our budding affection manifest

To warn us we were falling?

Do you remember when you said,

“That was my first kiss”

And your very words

Altered my body chemistry?

Do you remember from all the years gone by

Amidst the tangled breaths and foggy windows,

All the vapours of pleasure

Turning into solid child?

How could I not believe in magic

When what I’ve known with you

Is the opposite of tragic?

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry